Thursday, October 05, 2006

that compulsory last hurrah


There are some things with which my comfort level is just really, really low, no matter how the logic works, and I hate the act of tamping out thought after thought like acrid cigarette nubs. Don'tthinkaboutitdon'tthinkaboutitdon'tthinkaboutit.

And y'know what? I wouldn't mind a crowded bar and frenzied socializing, myself.

Or maybe I'm just...meh.

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